A warm curtain of sweet-scented air greets your nose as both you and Rezalith continue down a plush-carpeted hall serenaded by a faint, almost familiar tune piped in through the walls!

“Where the HELLS are we?” Remarks the Rezzie as you run your hand along the smooth, plastic-like wall. “And where’s that DAMNED music coming from?”

You’re not sure, you respond with a shrug as your hand glides over a closed, but heavy wooden door, but if you had to guess you’d say you’re in a DENTAL SURGEON’S OFFICE!

“... What’s that supposed to mean?”

You answer with a shake of your head and a sigh… she’s better off not knowing such horrors. Wherever you are, though, it’s gotta still be in the Tower, so-

“Ah! There he is! Come right in, mate!”

The sudden greeting sends you grinding to a halt, allowing Rezalith to plow into you from behind! Turning to face your greeter, you-OOOW!

Are slammed face-first into the nearest wall by an irate Rezzie.

“THAT’S for making me run into you, PERV.”

Peeling your face off the wall, y-OW!

“Two for FLINCHING!”

… Peeling your face off of the wall, you pivot in the direction the voice came from and spot a pair of eyes staring you down from within one of the rooms lining the hall! Err, h-hi?

“Hi yourself!” She chirps, leaning back in some kind of desk chair with a Gnok’s typical toothy grin! “Come come, don’t be shy!” As you file into the room–an office, you presume–your eyes produce quite little information… though you can still hear the tune in the corner of your ear. Something bubbles on the corner of the desk the Gnok rests her feet on that smells like liquid sugar…

Her gaze hops from you to Rezalith, then back! “Brought a ladyfriend too, ey? Quite alright, quite alright…”

“Ewwww, NO!” Gags your ‘ladyfriend’ as if she’d been asked to drink some sewage out of an old shoe, “Eeuuch, ‘his ladyfriend’, she says! Can you imagine!?”

A ‘no, I’m not’ would have sufficed, but you don’t know else you expected from the demonic dame. Erm, you begin as you give your throat a good clearing, do… should we know you–

“TOPPEL GRANSII at your service!” The Gnok interjects, leaping to her feet as an invisible hand clasps around yours and gives it a good shake! “Meister of Conjurations, Trimbault Academy! Graduating Cohort: The Gilded Makaar! Pleasure’s all yours, I take it! AH! Just kidding!”

You didn’t think a conjured hand could jerk your arm around enough for it to hurt, kinda, but this Toppel broad managed, somehow. Yea, you weakly reply as you massage your shoulder, you’re-

“Here about the ad, I know, I know~” The Gnok nods as she fiddles with whatever’s bubbling on the desk! “Well don’t be a stranger! Take a seat! Have some Sugar Tea! All the rage back in the East, y’know–can’t live without it!”

>CONTD.